Friday, February 24, 2012

English for Beginners: Act 2, Scene One

Morning. Cold and hard like a hang over. It is sunny, but not necessarily in a
pleasant way. The sun comes too hard
and too hot into the house.

JULIA sits in a
rocking chair with a blanket wrapped around her, a cup of coffee next to her,
and a notebook and pen. She isn’t
writing. She’s looking off into the
distance.

FRANK DELANY
enters. He is in his fifties. He has a beard,
and work clothes. He’s a good looking
man with a friendly face. He is carrying
a pile of wood with him. He stomps up
the stairs and ascends to the porch.
Julia doesn’t notice him. He sees
her and hesitates, then makes a decision.

FRANK

Beautiful morning isn’t it?

JULIA screams a little and nearly jumps right out of the chair.

FRANK

Oh, I’m –

JULIA

You scared me –

FRANK

I didn’t –

JULIA

Can I help –

FRANK

My wife said –

JULIA

Oh, right. Right. I remember.
Yes. You’re Mrs. Delany’s
husband.

FRANK

Yes. Right. I’m
sorry. I didn’t mean –

JULIA

No. It’s fine. Just fine.

FRANK

I thought she told someone -

JULIA

I completely forgot.

FRANK

I’m just dropping off
more –

FRANK indicates the wood.

JULIA

Right right. Yeah. Go ahead.

FRANK

Thanks.

He puts the wood next to the fire pit.

FRANK

So. How is the playwrighting retreat
going?

JULIA

Just fine. Thank you.

FRANK

Are you the next Shakespeare yet?

JULIA

No. Not really.

FRANK

Well. Keep at it.
I guess.

Pause.

FRANK

I’m going to get more
wood.

JULIA

Alright.

FRANK exits. Julia tries writing
again, but fails.

In the house: AJ enters. He is in his nightclothes and carries with
him a little overnight bag. He sets up
at the dining room table. He goes to the
kitchen and gets a bowl from the cabinet and sits down. From his bag he pulls out two large medicine
bottles. He empties the contents into
the bowl. He then takes out a medicine
sorter and begins picking out the pills he needs for the week and sorting
them. Brian enters. He is also in his sleep clothes.

BRIAN

What are you doing?

AJ

Making breakfast.

BRIAN

You eat a bowl of pills for breakfast?

AJ

And lunch and dinner.

BRIAN

Like an astronaut.

AJ

Yes. I am the man of the future.

BRIAN

Sometimes I feel like
that. Every morning I take a pill for my
allergies, a pill for depression – I mean it’s homeopathic, but still – two
different multi-vitamin pills, and then a pill for my lactose intolerance. I used to joke with this guy I dated that I
was taking my morning cocktail. How can you tell them all apart to know what
they are?

AJ

When you spend as
much time partying in black lights as I used to, you learn to remember what
pill does what pretty quickly. It’s a
trick that stays with you.

BRIAN

It reminds me of
those bags of jelly beans. How you’d
have to remember the variations of red so you could tell which was cherry,
which was fruit punch and which was cinnamon.
I hate cinnamon.

AJ

Well, these aren’t candy.

BRIAN

Why do you do it like that?

AJ

It’s easier to travel
like this then taking hundreds of bottles.
Could you do me a favor? Could you pour me a cup of coffee. Just black please. And a glass of water.

BRIAN

Sure.

BRIAN does. AJ takes a handful of pills
and swallows them.

BRIAN

What are those for?

AJ

That’s a new
one. I started taking that one this year
when I became immune to the other one.
It makes me sweat. I may have to
change clothes three times today.

BRIAN

And this one?

AJ

It’s just prescription strength Ibuprofen.
Some of these give me headaches.

BRIAN

This one?

AJ

Blood pressure.

BRIAN

This one?

AJ

That’s a jelly bean.

BRIAN

Really?

AJ

No. Not really.

BRIAN

And this one?

AJ

It protects my liver from all the other ones.

BRIAN

You know, I think
it’s just wonderful that AIDS is a – what’s the word? – a maintenance disease. I mean, it’s great that it doesn’t really
matter if you get it any more because you can still live a long life. I heard somewhere that it’s more likely that
gay men will die of heart disease than AIDS if they are on a cocktail. I just mean it’s wonderful that it’s not a
death sentence. Not like it used to be.

AJ

Thank you Brian for
that life affirming statement. I think I
can take it from here by myself.

BRIAN shrugs, gets up
and pours himself a cup of coffee that he over-sugars and over-creams and then
goes to the couch where he pulls out an iPod and his notebook and notes the
time, then starts writing. He can’t get
comfortable and moves around constantly during the rest of the scene.

FRANK reenters.

JULIA

Do you need help?

FRANK

No. I’ve got it.
Thank you.

He puts down the
wood.

FRANK

You don’t really look
dressed for it anyway.

JULIA

Yeah. I guess. It just felt like I should ask.

FRANK

Party last night?

JULIA

Yeah. We all got a little too drunk.
I may stay in my pajamas all day.

FRANK

I never could do that. I’ve always
been an early riser.

JULIA

Theatre people tend to be night owls.

FRANK

I can see how that would be. Well,
I’ll be back.

FRANK exits. On his way down he passes LORELEI who is
coming up. She’s been for a run. FRANK can’t help but look at her as she
passes. She rips her iPod out of her
ears as she runs up to Julia.

LORELEI
I thought you were going to join me for a run.

JULIA
I really wasn’t feeling up to it.

LORELEI
Best thing for a hangover. Tomorrow
then?

JULIA

Probably. I made some coffee if you
want some.

LORELEI
No thanks. I brought my protein shake
mix. I never drink coffee any more. I get such a natural high from running, you
know?

JULIA

Sure.

Greg (who is sleeping during this scene.)

LORELEI
Took you awhile to come to bed last night.

JULIA

Alex came in late and helped me clean the kitchen.

LORELEI

Really? And…

JULIA

And…we stayed up late
and talked and finished a bottle of wine before we went to bed.

LORELEI

I thought you two weren’t fucking anymore.

JULIA

We didn’t go to the same bed. And we’re not.
We’re just friends now.

LORELEI
Ok. Sure. Whatever.
But what would be the big deal? I
mean, you two are both free spirits. You
can have a physical relationship that isn’t about meeting each other’s family.

JULIA

I don’t want to get into it.

LORELEI

Fine. Suit yourself.

LORELEI enters the house.

LORELEI

You’re still here.

AJ
I’m still here.

LORELEI

I thought you were leaving.

AJ

I’ve come up with a plan that I think will bear more fruit than a full
retreat.

LORELEI
How very Doctor Evil of you. You know,
if you cut wheat out of your diet and you eat more raw vegetables I bet you
wouldn’t have to take so many pills. I
cut wheat out ages ago and I can’t tell you how much better I feel. Do you run?

AJ

No.

LORELEI

You should. Have you read Joyce Carol Oats? She talks a
lot about running and how much she has gained from it. I don’t understand why everyone doesn’t
run. We’d all be a better country if we
did. It’s clarifying, you know? Anyway, I’m off to work. You probably wont see me till dinner. I’m glad you’re staying. I’m glad someone else around here is
mature. I hate it when I feel like I’m
babysitting. See you later Doctor Evil.

She exits. FRANK enters with more
wood.

FRANK

This is the last of it. I’ll be back
tomorrow.

JULIA

Great. Thank you.

FRANK

Feel free to give us a call if you need anything else.

JULIA

Will do.

FRANK

So, what are you writing?

JULIA

I don’t know. I was hoping to come
out here and be inspired.

FRANK

What inspires you?

JULIA

I don’t know.

FRANK

So, you don’t know what you’re writing and you don’t know what inspires you.

JULIA

I think that’s why I
wanted to come. I figure being
surrounded by all these brilliant people, in this beautiful house, secluded and
surrounded by nature: I’d figure it out.

FRANK

I can understand that. It’s why I
moved out here.

JULIA

To be inspired?

FRANK

Yeah, well. I’m a sometimes painter.

JULIA

Really?

FRANK

I don’t want to talk
about it. I know what it’s like when a hobbyist
tells a professional “I know how you feel.”

JULIA

I’m hardly a professional.

FRANK

But you’ve made it a
priority, right? I’m a handyman and a
craftsman and a real-estate owner. I’m
not a painter. You are a
playwright. And that’s it. Right?

JULIA

I guess so.

FRANK

Don’t say that. Say…”I am a
playwright.”

JULIA

I am a playwright.

FRANK

Like you believe it.

JULIA

I am a playwright.

FRANK

Like you are telling someone to tattoo it on your forehead.

JULIA

What?

FRANK
Just do it.

JULIA

I AM A PLAYWRIGHT!

FRANK

Great. Now get writing. I’ll see you tomorrow.

JULIA

See you tomorrow! Oh, I’m Julia by the way.

FRANK

Frank. See you tomorrow playwright Julia.

JULIA

Tomorrow Wood carrying Frank. Sorry, that didn't come out right.

FRANK

It's OK. You can do a rewrite.

FRANK exits.

Within the house, CLYDE enters. He pours himself some coffee then he sees AJ
still working away at his pills.

CLYDE

Clyde

Holy shit, man. That is a fuck ton of
pills.

AJ

I’m a collector.

CLYDE

Fuck, man. I mean, holy shit. Are they keeping you alive?

AJ

Yes.

CLYDE

Fuck, man. Holy fucking shit. Who else is up?

AJ

Julia’s outside
talking to the Brawny Man. At least she
was. Brian is over there. And that girl
with…all the hair...the hippie.